After the Breaking Up

01 July 2013 :

I found out that my girlfriend is seeing somebody else. It sucks. Yet, I am FREE. I have a job , a car, a wallet full of cash , and a bank account full of money. I'll soon find someone to replace her.

It is noon , and i am driving to Rabat. I naively park my car and take the tram. Something in me is telling me that i have to stop her memories here. I went to SALE SUCCRE, where Marie and I always used to come for enjoying being together. It is launch time , so the restaurant is full of people. I keep staring at them. They are smiling and pleased to have been given these two hours of break to have launch here in the beginning of the summer hits. the Wi-Fi on the restaurant works well , the air conditioner is perfectly settled , everything seems to be in order - except that none of them knows that i have just being left by my girlfriend. They dont even pretend to know, they dont even care. Dont they realise the pain I'm in ? They should all be feeling either sad or supportive for a man whose soul is loosing love as if it were loosing blood ; but they continue laughing in their miserable little lives that only happen now ..... wait a min , they continue laughing in MY miserable little life that only happen NOW.

I get out from SALE SUCCRE and reach the church where Marie used to live when she was here. I kept remembering the moments that we had. HERE i sing with her. THERE i held her hand. and the other PLACE we kissed. Other PART we hugged . And most of all , here she promised to NEVER see somebody besides me . HELL YEAH !!

i walks through Rabat center and passes through the association where she volunteered. It was the place where we met . 11.02.2013 next to AMSAT.

I quikly come back to my car. Pick up a pencil , and write the following :
"" Love makes us weak
I was strong through my entire life. I fought and succeded in many things. I fought to get a job to support myself (when i was 15) . I worked as a guide assistant by using a language that i was not mastering in , and going to cities that i did not know much about them. I fought against the adventure of language centers (when i was 16) where my first boss kept me hanging around for three hours. In the end of the day , he looked at me in surprise and telling me that he saw a kid who has essential qualities to be a good leader called OUSSAMA LAMAANKACHE. I fought against the social problems , went through hard and harsh decisions , and concluded feeling like a working-class hero. I fought against the courage to leave my career as a TAEKWONDO FIGHTER and launch myself into the adventure of learning English. I fought hardly , I suffered terribly , and i WON successfully. But , LOVE ...... DAMN ""

I finishe writing , and drive back to work . To the place that is haunted by Marie. I starte my session like nothing happened. But i barely finish it .

Loyalty ..... Promises ..... Honor ...... Degnity : NO COMMENT